As The Station Turns 6/21

 I walked in to a mob scene. Mrs. Late Guy was apologizing for not having checked the restrooms but I keep telling her that it's not a big deal. I've have a huge crowd at shift change and I know that you can't check it every five minutes.

A woman says she wants $20 on pump one and hands me $40. It's a good thing I'm honest. 

A woman told me the restroom was out of paper towels and it was the perfect time, the place was empty, except for the U-Haul on pump six. Were they in the restroom? Were they going to come running in while I tried to change the roll? So I waited. And then I seen them, walking over from the station next door. And the crowd showed up. So it was a while before I put paper towels in the restroom. The good thing is there is an old hand dryer that still works. Also when I checked the Mens room needed toilet paper.

I wanted to do something evil to the Late Guy that would be anonymous and bug him at the Haunted Station, however I got a crowd. Perhaps the Universe was telling me to not do it. So I.....waited.....and still did it. I won't say what "it" was in case someone I know stumbles across my blog.

A woman came in and told me a long story about losing her keys. She wanted a receipt for the pump but felt it necessary to tell me the story. Well, that was interesting. And it must have been the day for it because a second woman came in and asked if someone had turned in a set of keys and then went to search the restroom. I saw her outside tearing apart her car. I guess they found them because they drove off.

Suddenly out of nowhere I was mobbed. It turned out to be a single family traveling in four separate cars and pulling a couple of trailers. The average family takes about 20 minutes. They were here for about an hour. And for some reason they came in one family group at a time. Mom/Dad/the kids, Mom/Grandparents/the kids, Dad and that one kid who insists he doesn't need the restroom. So forth and so on. For a full hour.

I know, it's the modern world and we aren't suppose to judge people but a woman on a bike rode in, and she was pretty ratty looking. I kept an eye on her while she wandered around the store and when she finally came up to the register I noticed her teeth were all turning black (crackhead) and her arms were covered in little blisters (infected crackhead). You can be sure I washed my hands when I was done with her. Yes, I judged her hard.

It was trash time and of course I had to wait for that one guy who wanted to look at everything. After he left I got two of the cans empty when a woman came flying on the lot. So I took the two bags to the dumpster and went back inside and she left. She never bought anything, she didn't get any gas, just pulled up to a pump long enough for me to drop what I was doing and then left. So I went out and finished the trash.

Speaking of the trash I went to do the restrooms. I was dumping the Women's room can when a woman came running in. Again, I know it's the modern world and there's the whole genderless thing but I don't want to listen to someone taking a dump. So I went out and waited for her to finish. One minute, I needed one minute.

The windows are dirty and I can't get to them since I'm working solo and summer busy. But, I did write a special message in the dirt, a special set of numbers that drive conservatives nuts. Someone will see that and hopefully clean the windows. 

A couple came in and again, I know you aren't suppose to judge people but the wife was so bossy. Ordering around the husband, ordering around the kid. Dad was being nice about it all but he secretly bought the kid some Life Savers. Later he came back in to use the restroom and his pleasant demeanor had changed and he told me "there is no pleasing some people". When that kid goes off to college he's going to see a divorce lawyer.

When I open my shift I have to get a fuel tank report and then a second one when I close. Every shift is suppose to do this but the Graveyard Shift would come in and even though there are two of them and only one is working while I am closing my drawer they won't go get the report, they expect me to do it. So, a half hour before the shift ends I run to the back and get the report, and don't get them one, I don't know if they are getting one at the first of their shift. Naturally a mob shows up when I'm trying to get the report but tonight I beat them by seconds. Bwa ha ha ha ha.

Just before closing I heard the Whale of the Banshee. I wondered which machine was going to die and hopefully it did it while I was off. It turns off it was a semi trailer. I hope that guy isn't heading too far because it sounds like he's about to lose a wheel.

The New Guy showed up while I was still there, it was the first time I saw him this week. I'm thinking of calling him Bigfoot since I rarely spot him. Anyhow he brought a bag, he's starting to learn. However it was a plastic shopping bag. He'll learn to get a permanent bag, mine is a canvass messenger bag.